The day after "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" was published, the noodle shop entertained 385 customers, setting a record high in more than ten years since its opening.
300 portions of Yangchun noodles were sold out, and the workshop couldn't make any more. In the end, the hungry customers ordered all the remaining toppings and noodles.
The three members of the Shui family were so busy that they didn't even want to say anything. Uncle Shui's sweating today also perfectly achieved the goal he vowed to achieve through exercise.
On the contrary, Shen Huan was in better spirits.
Although he did not get a response from the system, Shen Huan was optimistic that life would get better day by day.
After word of mouth spreads in the circle of friends in two days, more young people will line up to check in.
By then, if the store is always overcrowded from opening to closing, this bitch won't turn a blind eye, right
If this is really the case, then from now on I will just treat it as a piece of shit and not even listen to what it says.
Putting aside these utilitarian factors, Shen Huan was still very proud that writing an article could bring about such a radical change in a small noodle shop.
With the support of this excitement, Shen Huan still had the energy to go to a braised vegetable restaurant not far away and weigh some pig ears and beef. Then he bought a few bowls of porridge at a porridge restaurant and brought them back to set up a table.
It was already 8 o'clock in the evening.
The three Shui family members were so tired after almost 12 hours that they could hardly keep their eyes open.
Reluctantly sitting on the table, Shui Qingshan struggled to drink porridge and meat. While eating, he said: "I will go to bed after eating, and we will not open the door tomorrow! I have given all the noodles in my life today." Is it finished cooking?”
"That's right." Xia He is also a person who has never been tired. "Take a good rest for half a day tomorrow, otherwise you will be really busy."
"Isn't it?" Shen Huan was anxious, "Uncle Shui, Aunt Shui, this business has just started to pick up, how can you slack off? We should step up our pursuit of victory and consolidate the results!"
"But if we continue to be so tired, we can't bear it!" Shui Qingshan smiled bitterly, "Xiao Huan, what on earth did you make? How could it be so magical? I can't believe it today, they are so supportive, I thought I had already I became a three-star Michelin chef! Finally, I secretly tasted a little bit, and it was so delicious!"
"Shen Huan wrote an article and included us all." Shui Qianyu staggered to the edge and pulled out a newspaper, "Here, this is it, you can read it later! All the new customers who came here today are here for this!"
"Isn't it true that an article is so effective?" Xia He took the newspaper, "Well... "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles"... No wonder they want to order Yangchun Noodles! It seems to be true!"
She was very tired at this time, but she still managed to gather her energy and finished watching "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles".
Xia He cried while looking at it, and she used half of the box of tissue paper next to her.
"Aww... so pitiful."
“So touching~~”
"That's great, that's great!"
Listening to her heartfelt emotion, Shui Qingshan was stunned.
He leaned over without believing it and looked at it seriously.
After half a moment, Shui Qingshan raised his head and asked Shen Huan in disbelief: "Xiao Huan, did you write this?"
"Of course." Shen Huan sipped the porridge and replied smoothly.
"But how come you have such a feeling? You need to have a lot of experience to do this!" Shui Qingshan said, "Just like when we write songs, we must have that feeling in our hearts before we can write it. A good song, otherwise it will just be a moan! Your article is full of true feelings, and the most sincere friendship can be seen in the simplicity!"
Shen Huan was surprised when he heard this, "Hey, Uncle Shui, I didn't know you were so talented in literature."
Shui Qingshan smiled and said, "Oh, it's just that this story includes all three of our family, which adds glory to us!... Maybe a hundred years later, when we are no longer here, people can use this story This article, remember we are a family of three!"
As soon as he said this, he was glared at by his wife and daughter, and almost became immortal in advance.
"I think we can't close tomorrow." Shui Qianyu withdrew his eyes and chose to support Shen Huan, "Although we are not short of money, the small noodle shop has such a good business, which is also recognition of our hard work! We should If we continue to run the business well, our destiny will really change from now on."
"Daughter, please spare your old father." Shui Qingshan said with a bitter smile, "If I keep doing this, within three to five days, I will be so tired that I will have to go to the hospital."
"We can invite a few idle aunties to come over and help clean up and entertain the guests," Shen Huan suggested. "We're only making Yangchun noodles these days. Uncle Shui, you're only responsible for mixing the condiments. Aunt Shui will collect the money. Shui and I will My little sister is here to cook noodles.”
"It's okay to invite people, but can you two do it?" Xia He said with some excitement.
A woman, no matter how rich she is, is still unwilling to let go of an opportunity to make money.
"Can we at least do better than dad?" Shui Qianyu still agreed with this proposal.
Shui Qingshan blushed, "Ahem, cooking Yangchun noodles is actually very simple. I'll leave it to you to practice!"
"Okay, it's decided!" Xia He slapped the table, "Hurry up and finish your meal and go to rest. Let's fight again tomorrow!"
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As Shen Huan expected, the noodle shop's business was very good in the next four days.
437 bowls, 420 bowls, 450 bowls, and 470 bowls are the excellent report cards handed over by the small noodle shop.
Almost everyone who comes here is happy and satisfied that they have successfully checked in here.
But "I don't want others to be better than me" but still did not respond to Shen Huan's inquiry.
Just when Shen Huan once again wondered if he was hallucinating that day, the business on the sixth day somehow declined drastically, with less than 300 bowls sold.
Not to mention, on the seventh day, the number dropped to 200 bowls.
There were only seven or eight people lining up in the morning, and then from noon to evening, people came one after another, but we never saw the grand scene of the hall being crowded and a group of people rushing outside.
And it seems that because there are not many people in line, everyone's positive and happy attitude has also weakened a lot.
what happened!
Could it be that the mighty LA city and the mighty Zhejiang Province only have such little potential
No matter what, I have to persist until one month, so that I can win the mission!
Are all the jokes on the Internet a lie
Doesn’t my dignified little Pan An from Mingde Lane have his own special effects for attracting fans
"A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles", which is said to have moved the whole world, is such a strong-willed but weak-minded person
I…
Am I going to get cold?